Two years I ran free...
Fear lurking behind every action.
Lies behind every smile.
Torment from each touch.
Wanted.
Unwanted.
It didn't matter.
Nothing mattered . . .
Nothing ever seemed to matter.
My lungs were cold, senses abandoned despite the few bustling nurses across the hall.
It was quiet...lonely...heartbreaking in most ways befitting of the word.
Shadows of doubt crept in - the world having had stopped in that millisecond of time he took to mirror my pitiful exhale.
"Oh how I wish I could see the dread washing across your eyes...however, you would find it best to save that expression for me later. For their sake, put on a smile, play along. It'll be in their best interest." He whispers like a knife across torn skin and I could feel the smile tempting his lips to sin.
That thin, cocky smile.
Those cold eyes.
My heartbeat was steady, nerves walking along needles that kept me still — a paralyzing fear sending my forethought into panic...my features were forced to relax.
"A little birdie told me, not too long ago...that you were at the hospital." His voice was a softspoken threat. Words painfully calm, slow.
"It's a shame really- the night should've have ended with pleasantries. Ren was quite upset when he found out- only hopes the staff there have been treating you well?"
My eyes squeeze shut for less than moment — phone held tighter between a hand on the verge of shaking.
"If you're trying to scare me." I speak up, leaving a stale taste in the air. "You don't."
I wish I could've fully believed myself.
"You'll...you'll pay for putting my friends in harms way."
A simple chuckle chipped my defenses.
The male on the other end sighs.
"Do you honestly believe...that I would do something so low?" A scoff bridged his continuation and my anger fizzed.
"I'm not a monster, my dear. In a way I almost feel bad. To my knowledge, they were good people- you managed to find good friends on this little escapade. They treated you well...cared for you. But they won't need to anymore."
A breath was wanted, craved; my nerves pushed aside as if I were trying to prove a false confidence.
Worries needed to be hushed.
"Go to hell..."
A gentle hum told me of a level of amusement lacing his tone.
"Save your petty insults for a later time, there is still much to prepare for. Besides, it would be better to hear that sweet, firey voice in person. Wouldn't you agree?" He chuckles, and I found myself alone.
"I wouldn't worry though, everything will be as close to perfection as is needed. I find I do my best work when under pressure."
My features mix with pain — anger wanting to ignite on a bed of wet emotions and my vision blurs.
"Why?" My whisper was weak, rough.
"Why can't you just leave me alone..."
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Infinity || Yandere males sequel
Fanfiction*Editing underway;)* "Did you really believe this was over?" His slow, monotoned chuckle was a mockery to the weak flame of my being. "You made yourself believe that just because you managed to evade our defenses, that this was over- that we'd simp...
